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The Harp of Dorkness and More Mixed Metaphors
Why do weaklings allow that strutting Cassius
To enjoy a caudillo’s veto over
Their happiness? Stop. Poor D. T. may be
A bit of an Axis but he is not an axis
Why do men surrender their thoughts to him?
He is not the center of anything
He is not even a periphery
He is merely on a periphery
Soon to spin out and away into
A formless voice without our causation
An unremembered voice that echoes for a while
And then decays beyond the silent Lethe
